With a single blow, you can split mountains and mountains, turn rivers and seas.
Of course, this is the realm of kendo, and it is only possible to reach the level of Miyari Takeru.
Today, Ye Han is facing such an offensive!
Destroyed!
Can only be used to describe it!
A strange light was wiped across Ye Han's eyes.
Miyari Takeru's strength was stronger than he thought.
However, this does not scare him.
"Magic knife, whether I can discover your real secret, it depends on now!"
Ye Han muttered silently in his heart, raised the magic knife in his hand, and slashed towards Miyari Takeru's countercurrent, welcoming him.
The four ancient magic knives, no, should be called the four ancient magic knives.
These four magic knives were all born in the time of immemorial times.
As for where it came from, no one can verify it now.
But since the magic knife can be called the magic knife, and its reputation is still known throughout the world, there will always be its truth.
Therefore, in Ye Han's view, the "Deep Mountain Sunset in the Deep Autumn Rain" in his hand, probably none of its previous masters have understood the true mystery of this magic knife.
What he has to do now is to crack the real secret of the magic knife.
Of course, this is difficult, but Ye Han is not afraid.
With such thoughts, the magic knife in Ye Han's hand has drawn a dazzling blade!
boom!
Dao Mang collided with the countercurrent cut like a mountain torrent!
Immediately, a figure was severely thrown out!
"Long live the Lord!"
"Yo Dong, I deserve to be my Little Moon Sword Saint. Although the people of Long Country are powerful, they are still vulnerable to my Little Moon Sword Saint!"